Once up on a time I lived in a windmill…
A long time ago we lived for a few years in the U.S.A. When we came back we had to make up our minds where to live in Holland. We bought a car and drove around our country for a few weeks to look at landscapes and houses. While driving around in Friesland, the very northern part of Holland, we saw high up on a dyke this abondoned windmill.
It was a handicapped mill, a mill with no wings; the mill was badly burned after lightening struck it way back. To make a long story short, we lived in this mill for over 4 years and it was a great experience.
A canal run along our living room. In the summer we had boats driving by and in wintertime hundreds of ice skaters came flying by our mill. It was all typical Dutch, just what we needed when we came back.